[He's going to have a mess to dry off before he makes it out of here, but Jeremiah doesn't stop it, the sensuous drag of pleasure with just the slight burn of fabric between them drawing a twitch under that tongue. No helping it; he makes such a nice picture like this, as if the tease wasn't already so sweet. Jeremiah's firmed up by now, and while he's drawn by the thought of feeling those lips on his skin, the heat of his mouth, he'll remain patient.]
I prefer it, really. [Spreading his legs a little further, Jeremiah's mindful to simply rest his knee on the partition, offering his hips up. His hands itch to do more, but he won't for now. The younger man can take the reins and Jeremiah will follow.] Knowing precisely what someone wants.
[Huffing slightly through his words, he's still gazing down but feeling his patience fraying anyway. He loves the drag of that mouth, waiting with bated breath, but the longer he watches it the harsher his breathing gets.]
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I prefer it, really. [Spreading his legs a little further, Jeremiah's mindful to simply rest his knee on the partition, offering his hips up. His hands itch to do more, but he won't for now. The younger man can take the reins and Jeremiah will follow.] Knowing precisely what someone wants.
[Huffing slightly through his words, he's still gazing down but feeling his patience fraying anyway. He loves the drag of that mouth, waiting with bated breath, but the longer he watches it the harsher his breathing gets.]
Mmh, don't stay down there too long.